Mariana finds out the husband she grieved for is alive after all these years.
Now she must adjust to a new life with the return of Alfie Solomons, without Thomas Shelby and with the new threat of Michael Gray hanging over all of their heads.
Alfie...
"Expectation is the root of all heartache" - William Shakespeare
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Mariana's POV
He sat silently, just looking at me as I settled myself on the sofa I was not going to sit opposite him as though we were in a meeting We were not I simply stayed at his house
Mariana's Outfit
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"How have you been?" He asked randomly, standing up to sit on the other sofa "Tired" I said "You?" I asked "Restless" he offered
"Lizzie said you weren't sleeping" I said "I'm sure Lizzie said plenty" he said "No. I've heard all about your behaviour from Ada actually" I said "And what is the verdict?" He asked
"No verdict Tommy. You look well, not drinking" I said instead "But?" He said, waiting for it "But I stopped the pills because I was 'fine'. It only deepened my delusion and my confusion" I said
"I'm not deluded" he said calmly "Not yet" I argued "The pills. They made me feel insane. They made everything quiet and simple and straightforward, not... not how I was used to. I was used to the screaming, the voices, all the different angles and opinions and the constant chaos and noise" I reeled off
"It's like a white hot blur of sounds and songs and voices and faces constantly battling over each other for attention. And those thoughts made me feel sane. Because I could see every perspective" I said
"And?" He asked, uninterested "And every night I closed my eyes to nightmares. To my mother, to prison. To the war. Seeing those faces, hearing those noises, their screams, their pleading, their blood. I... I couldn't take it Tommy. Sometimes we need the medication" I explained
"And alcohol is mine?" He questioned "Peace is yours. But in the meantime, as your picking fights with the Nelsons, I think the alcohol will have to do" I said back.
